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Chapter 351 Forgrim! Give me back my Legion!

As it turns out, Slaanesh never disappoints when it comes to being disappointing.

Whenever you think this guy is going to give you a boost, they really will, more consistently than Nurgle.

Peturab once naively believed that the emperor's sons could become his deadly pawns on the chessboard, hoping that these flashy warriors could hold off the toughest enemies at crucial moments.

The Chaos faction also has high hopes, planning to rely on the ground troops they provide to break through the defenses and allow the Chaos army to gradually devour the entire planet's shield matrix and anti-aircraft fire network through the gaps.

Once the orbital defenses collapse, those space warships that were already no match for the void battles will fall under the influence of demons, contributing to the expansion of the gods in the territory of Cadia.

The plan was quite ideal. After all, no matter how outrageous the Emperor's son was, he was still Astartes. With the Primarch in charge, even if the legion had fallen, it should still have some of the power it possessed ten thousand years ago.

That being, who was considered one of the best even among the Primarchs, showed a rare seriousness this time.

Fogrem is serious!
Fogrem lost.

They lost decisively.

He started with grand pronouncements, then fell silent, and finally rambled on.

Perhaps we shouldn't have had any expectations of these addicts in the first place.

Why do so many people who haven't quite grasped this concept expect such a group to outperform the Dark Angels under equal conditions, and even hope that they can cause trouble for the plugin that suddenly added new rules to the universe?

With the disastrous failure of Peturabo's decapitation operation, the outcome of this decisive battle was almost certain.

"Forgrim! Give me back my Legion!!!"

The heart of 'Soulbreaker' Adoron, the Supreme Commander of the Sons of the Emperor and the true leader of the Sons of the Emperor after the Great Rebellion, roared and bled.

He crawled laboriously in the darkness, his fingers digging into the cracks of the metal ruins, moving along the tilted wreckage toward the location he remembered.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, with low, labored gasps lingering in the darkness.

This place was once a frigate of the Emperor's son, but now it's just another pile of twisted scrap metal on the edge of the Peacock Fortress.

In the early stages of the invasion, the rift that Slaanesh tore open with the power of Khorne was large enough to allow warships to warp, and the Emperor's Son did just that.

In fact, not only Forgrim, but also the Emperor's sons, including Adoron, knew very well that in their current state, they were only good at fighting small-scale skirmishes; to engage the Dark Angels in a head-on battle was a pipe dream.

Not to mention, the composition of these Dark Angels is quite problematic.

Compared to the old acquaintances they occasionally encountered or heard about in other chapters, the Dark Angels had an abundance of ancient beings from ten thousand years ago, and each of them was in such good physical and mental condition that it made Aidoron wonder if these people had been living in the warp like them until now.

Therefore, it was only natural that the still relatively clear-headed Forgrim chose to bring his warship over, while the rest assisted Perturabo in breaking through and decapitating the Dawn Fleet, and Imperial Pride remained in the warp as a last resort.

The teleportation platforms of several warships were ready to go, the Terminator team had assembled, and the hangar doors swung open with a roar.

The diverse air force formations, long deprived of Imperial supplies, roared into the sky, their macro cannon arrays and light spear weapons fully charged.

The plan was perfect; no ground force could withstand such close-range naval gunfire.

but--

Bang!

Suddenly losing his footing, Aidoron reacted with incredible speed and grabbed the edge of the molten metal. A searing pain shot through his palm, but he gritted his teeth and flung himself toward the other side of the wreckage.

boom!
The landing was quite loud, and Aidoron quickly looked down into the crack.

Beneath our feet lies a fault line hundreds of meters deep.

The frigate was severed in the middle section, the cut was incredibly smooth, along with the supposedly indestructible adamantine keel.

Aidoron took a deep breath, filled with fear.

He had seen all sorts of monsters and demons in the warp, and it was common for those great demons to destroy a demon world with a flick of their wrist. Aidoron was envious of this, but he also knew that these great demons in the real universe could only look up to him.

But how could a being withstand a domain capable of sealing off the influence of the warp and still manage to cleave a frigate down in the real universe, even if it were a Primarch—

No, that thing isn't the original at all! It has absolutely no connection to the concept of humanity!

The human soul is highly bound to the Sea of ​​Souls, so even emperors must abide by the laws of the real universe. Without sufficient sacrifices or rituals, even if you bring Raven King Clarke, he would be powerless to take a warship without relying on psychic energy.

Aidoron threw off his helmet; his senses were so distorted that he couldn't stand the scratches on the interior.

Is this still the galaxy he knows? He had felt something was wrong ever since Forgrim changed his usual ways. Where exactly was he taken by the tides of the warp?

The scorching air swept across his mask-like, stiff face, causing him to make an exaggerated expression of pain.

He was sore all over.

All the members of his war gang were dead.

The Lord of Knights severed the escort ship that had broken into the ground, rendering all plans futile.

The whole thing, the whole operation, was a complete failure. He lost.

He sent Fabius Bayer to retrieve 30,000 gene seeds. Although Bayer chose to abscond with the money, and although Abaddon interfered in the process, the legion that he had painstakingly built up was still gone.

Because the Primarch was once again driven to desperation, the vast majority of them were buried in the ruins of warships.

As for the remaining survivors?
They were like a flock of sheep whose bones had been removed, picked up by the Avengers, their necks snapped, and then thrown away, dying without even putting up a decent resistance.

And now, Forgrim has failed, and he has been forced into this hunt orchestrated by the Avengers.

He also saw familiar faces among the Avengers.

'Palace Master' Rellano, 'Ranger Knight' Kaleon Zaven, and other warriors who had fought alongside the Emperor on Terra long before he joined the Legion.

So many familiar faces.

There are Shadowmoon Wolves, Death Guardians, and World Eaters.

Some were killed by him, and some were murdered by him.

They came with a burning rage of revenge that had been building up for millennia, and Aidoron had no intention of falling into their hands.

Because he really will die.

Even if Lucius came, he would still die!
He watched cautiously as the members of the 'Shattered Legion' chased after the remnants of the Emperor's Son and disappeared into the rift below, before finally letting out a sigh of relief and continuing his escape.

Aidoron considered finding a shuttle in the ruins.

He has already been to several areas, but all he found was a pile of scrap metal.

The crews, engrossed in pleasure, rarely paid attention to anything outside their interests. These channels, which were able to maintain the shuttle and torpedo launches even under the ramming of orc ships during the Great Crusade, eventually decayed along with the machines themselves over time.

In addition to gold and jade, it is defeated.

boom!
The sudden impact startled the lord commander. He jumped up from the floor, but the large movement caused the nerve needle embedded in his body to pierce his spine, making him stagger a few steps.

Things that once brought him pleasure have become instruments of torture.

Only now has Edoron realized that he has never been able to endure pain.

Trembling, Aidoron pointed the blade at the area where the sound came from. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was just a damaged pressure relief valve.

It must be because his movement when he jumped over the 'cliff' was a bit too big.

Dang rang~
The gears, propelled by the high-pressure gas, bounced back and forth in the tunnel with a clanging sound, the metallic clanging echoing in the enclosed space, before finally rolling down to Aidoron's feet.

He looked down at the intricate carvings on the gear, then stomped on it and crushed it into the charred, oily carpet.

If he gets out of here alive, he'll tear the souls of those maintenance workers apart.

Aidoron gripped his weapon tightly and chose a new position.

A gap located beneath the fault line; Aidoron remembered it as a passageway to an abandoned hangar.

He could continue exploring from that location, perhaps find some abandoned vehicles, and then leave.

He began to slide down, carbonized debris flakes falling off beneath him.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

Dang——dang——dang——

That was the sound of metal hitting metal, the sound of a killing squad marching.

How could this be here—

As the shadow closed in, Aidoron whirled around, enduring excruciating pain as he stumbled and fled towards another passage.

Then his body froze, and his body, which appeared more bulky than that of a typical Space Marine due to the blessing of Chaos, began to tremble the instant he passed through the first corridor.

Trembling from stress, trembling from pain.

pat!

A hand wrapped in purple and gold rested on the back of his right neck.

creak-

His knuckles were deeply embedded in the ridiculously decorated armor, and Edoron was in so much pain that he almost knelt down, his knees instinctively curling up.

But that hand held him firmly as he stood.

(End of this chapter)